One Thing.

It's Never Enough.

When I was a young boy,way back in primary school,I used to play soccer,and even now,given a chance,I'd still play it.I love it.I used to play till my knees pained,and even when in pain I still limped chasing the ball.

Also I never missed watching Harambee Stars play,I literally felt the pain when we lost.It was total anguish.

Then I realized I'm hurting myself for nothing.

I stopped watching them play,since most of the time they disappointed.

Soccer was never enough. 

It's never enough. 

We eat delicious meals,but if it's not nutritious,or it's poisonous,we will ultimately experience the effects.
Now,or in the future.
But we will continue getting hungry even after eating a nutritious meal.
The stomach can never be full.
The glands in the tongue,would prefer all the sweet stuff there is in life.
And even though the doctors have warned they are harmful to health,we don't care.
For our tongues,keep wanting it,it's never enough. 

You will be walking in the streets admiring all the beautiful things.
You will be tempted to turn to see that brown lady,short dressed or showing the entire map of the world.
Well,if she is attractive to the eyes,she is,but what about the heart?
Is she attractive to it.
And the mind?
And if she is,what about your wife or the lady you are committed to,who not only won your eyes,but your heart and mind.
And tell you what?
There will always be beautiful people.
The eyes,will never get enough. 

The beats are pleasing,even though the message is vulgar or dirty.
The lies are orated.
We wish to listen to what favors us or justifies our actions.
The ears will never get enough. 

The touches were tricky.
The nerves ticked.
The body shivered.
We yearn for the same,again and again.
For the the gentle touches will never be enough. 

The aroma whets our appetite.
The fragrance, sweet and sleepy.
For the sweet smell is never enough. 

It's not enough and and never will be

.
Exploration of what our senses want will remain to be a mirage. 

Even after gratifying them,we will still need more and more. 

The minute we seek to go deeper and deeper in the quest to satisfy our senses,the more we will realize how futile it is.
The emptiness will never leave us.

We have to pursue something bigger than our senses,we have to yearn to feed our hearts with the pure thoughts and information,so that we can sieve what our senses can be enticed to. 

If we keep on falling into the demands of our senses,we will keep on chasing wind,and getting deeper and deeper into the road of unsatisfaction.
The road that will ultimately lead to more misery and killing the conscience. 

And I can't help but remember Dunstin Kensrue's song,It's Not Enough 

Lyrics; 

Though all the wealth of men was mine to squander

And towers of ivory rose beneath my feet

Were palaces of pleasure mine to wander

The sum of it would leave me incomplete

Though every soul would hold my name in honor

And truest love was always by my side

My praises sung by grateful sons and daughters

My soul would never still be satisfied

It's not enough, it's not enough

I could walk the world forever

Till my shoes were filled with blood

It's not enough, it's not enough

Though I could live for all to lift them higher

Or spend the centuries seeking light within

Though I indulged my every dark desire

Exhausting every avenue of sin

It's not enough, it's not enough

I could walk the world forever

Till my shoes were filled with blood

It's not enough, it's not enough

I could right all wrongs, or ravage

Everything beneath the sun

It's not enough, it's not enough

To make me whole

It's not enough, it never was

Awake my soul

It's not enough, it never was

It's not enough, it's not enough

I could walk the world forever

Till my shoes were filled with blood

It's not enough, it's not enough

I could right all wrongs, or ravage

Everything beneath the sun

It's not enough, it's not enough

Though all would bow to me

Till I could drink my fill of fear and love

It's not enough, it's not enough.

Life Can Turn Around,Always Be Thankful.

For once he is in Kiambu town. Never before had he been here, the furthest he had gone was Paradise Lost. 

Randy had wanted to attend a service at an Anglican Church, but the matatu had stopped over severally to drop and pick up passengers along Kiambu Road and by the time he was in Kiambu town, it was some minutes past 11am.

He opted not to go for ACK but the quest to fellowship was high. He could hear some people singing and praying nearby. He passed through the open market via one entry and on exiting the other, he saw a tented place of worship.

He got in as the usher directed him where to sit.

People prayed vehemently as others fell, indicative of being filled with the Holy Spirit. He prayed too.

The prayers session was done, one of the leaders introduced the Church as being aligned to 'The only true and last end time prophet (I'm not sure, how truthful that description was).

He left.

The visiting hours to the hospital were drawing near. He got into a hotel and got something to eat as he perused the newspaper.

'Nothing new, only negative news.War,road accidents,hate speech'.

After eating, he left and walked towards the hospital using the pedestrian path.

He made a call on direction of the ward which led him directly to his uncle's bed. 

His was emaciated. He looked at Randy and couldn't recall his voice nor his face.

"This is Randy, son of your sister Eunice", he was introduced.

"Ooooh, Randy has kept quiet, ee, ee, I wonder why he does...that", he uttered as he shook his head.

Randy embarked on giving an account of how he had just graduated last year and how he has been looking for opportunities. 

Decision was reached, he had to be transferred to another hospital.

Randy got deep into thoughts of how life can change in a whisker. His charming uncle was now bedridden.

He remembered the visits he had made to Kenyatta Hospital to encourage others in worse conditions. Being healthy and kicking is a precious gift we take for granted at times. No one pays to be sick. It's never anyone's choice to be ill.

If one has ever been ill, having a relative who is ill or lost a close relative, we know life can really turn around.

When one wakes up, lets remember to give thanks for life and life.

Getting Things Done!

On a Saturday

4:30pm.

Randy alighted from the matatu.

Way behind the road to take him home, he buys a piece of sugarcane, chopped into small pieces.

He gently started walking through a dusty pathway, his eyes on the ground, sugarcane at hand and giving way to people and on coming motorists.

He was headed to his 'spot', an open space that gives him a view of the posh places of Kasarani, Thika Road and Githurai.

'Thank God this field has not been grabbed!, he sighed.

Though not big, it's enough for kids to play soccer on. 

Away from the field, he sat on a stone. 

He started chewing the pieces of sugar cane. 

The breeze was cool, with a mild sunshine. 

It felt amazing.

Randy has been coming to this spot almost every weekend. But today was different. Previously, he sentimentally made declarations and affirmations. He is forever challenged by the magnificent property structures.

The big question that always rings his mind from this spot is;
'Why not me? Can't I too, own such properties?'

'Today, it's no longer going to be wishful thinking and fantasy, I have to start coming up with the right strategies!' He exclaimed in monologue.

He chewed the last piece of sugarcane, took his sticky note book and held out his pen.

He didn't know what to write. He zigzagged his pen and placed the note pad on his left lap.

He looked up and stared at the beauty in the skies and the many cars passing through Thika Road.

A thought hit him. He held the note as he wrote down;

How, When, Who, What, Where?

He stared at what he had written. These questions ran in his mind;

#What do you want in life?

#How will you go about achieving it - the process and procedure?

#Where is the most convenient place to facilitate its achievement?

#Who do I need to work with to achieve it?

#When do I need it?

He felt like it was a eureka thought. But then those questions needed answers, and the journey had just began.

He knows perfectly well that the race is not for the swift nor the battle to the mighty, but he knows life has a lot to do with doing the right thing at the right time, at the right place, with the right people for there is season for everything under the sun.

The night had began setting in so he had to be on the move,but he had found a starting point.

Where Is The Idea?

Every individual who yearns to be an entrepreneur knows,the life of any business begins with an idea.

The biggest challenge we face is answering the question,where is the idea?

There has been many theories as to where the idea can be traced.

I compiled four questions that might help us unearth where the idea is.

1. What people complaining about? 

2. What are the things people can't do without?

3. What are the reviews from the media saying?

4. What are the problems you are facing?

If one is able to pick one of the the challenge and offer a solution,then that will be the beginning of business.

If These 6 Are Lacking,Then,It Will Be Hard.

1.God. 

2.Desire. 

3.Faith. 

4.Persistence. 

5.Plan. 

6.Character. 

Empowering The Mind; 8 Things To Try

It's always the yearning of everyone to make a better and informed choice.

Many things have been suggested to help in the achievement of the same.

My favourite are;

1.Brain Games/Puzzles. 

2.Meditation. 

3.Read. 

4.Interact with wise.

5.Master one subject. 

6.TV (Just enough) 

7.Just take action. 

8.Eat healthy and remember to drink a lot of water.

It's all about how empowered your mind is,when it comes to decision making.